Roads May Be Winding, but They Always Bring Us Home

Throughout my life, I’ve learned that home is not a place – it’s a state of mind. While sitting on a stool at my kitchen counter, my eyes were drawn to the pond just past my sliding glass door and…
Noticing life out loud since 2011
Noticing life out loud since 2011

Throughout my life, I’ve learned that home is not a place – it’s a state of mind. While sitting on a stool at my kitchen counter, my eyes were drawn to the pond just past my sliding glass door and…

It’s a little hard to wrap my head around the fact that I’ve moved four times in the past 11 years. First from a five-bedroom house in Omaha, NE to a three bedroom apartment in Yardley, a township in Pennsylvania,…

You can only lose what you cling to. — Buddha The image of my beautiful three story colonial was blurred in the rear-view mirror, as we pulled out of the driveway while returning the farewell waves and neighborhood wishes of…
A week ago yesterday I maneuvered my way through the Newark airport with a cat in a carrier, two full size suitcases and boarded a one-way, non-stop flight to Omaha Nebraska. Moving is never a small task, especially when you’re relocating half-way…

Christian and I had been looking forward to the day the moving truck would deliver the boxes and furniture from storage for two years, two months and six days. October 8, 2010, was the day we thought we would no…
On Thursday October 23, 1997 we packed up everything we owned; I spent the day supervising movers, well-meaning family volunteers, and the cable guy. I kept my eye on the weather and hoped that the rain would hold off until…